Chapter 1: First Chapter

Hey,

WOW YOU ARE ACTUALLY READING MY STORY!

So with that out the way, Hi I'm Jess, and I have recently started shipping Dramione (obsessively)… My other stories have been less than successful, So carry on reading

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, J.K Rowling does.

Some of page 360 (so you know what I'm talking 'bout)

"Harry-"

"Come on Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-"

"HARRY NO!"

"-dermorts after the elder wand!

"The name's a taboo!" Ron bellowed , leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. "I told you so, Harry, I told you so, we can't say it anymore-we've got to put protection back around us quickly-it's how they find-"

But Ron stopped talking, and Harry knew why. The sneakoscope on the table had lit up and begun to spin; they could hear voices coming nearer and nearer; rough exited voices. Ron pulled the deluminator out of his pocket and clicked it; their lamps went out.

"Come out of there with your hands up!" came a rasping voice through the darkness. "We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!

Hermione silently put her finger to her cracked lips, ignoring the flit of emotion and understanding through Harry's face or the pure look of horror that immobilized Ron. She pointed to the invisibility cloak, that was slung carelessly on the rickety wooden chair. She slowly got up, her wand at hand.

"Come out, or we will open fire, we don't care who you are!" croaked the voice yet again.

Casting one final look behind her, overlooking their surroundings she wished it could be like they were in first year again. Ron's eyes were filled with sorrow, tears streaming down his face, his auburn hair ruffled. Harry's face kept calm, though his face flitted with loss, Harry understood her sacrifice. She turned away.

Hermione, her wand at hand, cast a disillusionment charm. She stepped out of the tent, the wind biting and clawing at her now tan face, her newly blonde hair wisping around her face, snow littered the ground. She looked at the face of her intruders, Fennir Greyback, a werewolf no less. There were other faces she didn't recognise, yet Hermione doubted her ability to duel 6 malicious, damn people, if even they could be called that.

"Ahh… so what do we have here? Travelling alone? Check her tent!" Greyback ordered in a sadistic voice, 2 men treaded cautiously towards the tent. "So…" He drawled, "Thought you'd try out the dark lord's name… in the woods alone?" He smirked, a sugary sweet innocent smirk "gracing" his face. His smirk twisted into a cool, flat grimace. "State your name and blood status." He ordered.

At that moment, the two men retreated the tent, their cloaks billowing behind them. The one who wore a mask nudged the other ."Nothing?" The man squeaked, stiffly as if a question.

"Very well, you still have to answer me" He growled menacingly.

"M-m-my n-n-name i-is P-ppenolepe C-k-clearwater, half blood." She stuttered, purposely stuttering. She thought maybe that would make her seem vulnerable, maybe no one would try and attack her. And if they did, they had another thing coming.

Greyback checked the list, his eyes glinting. "Hmm… it appears, miss Clearwater. You are not on the list, you look about Hogwarts age do you not, and there's something familiar about you… I'm sure if we maybe hand you in… we'd get a suitable reward" He cackled.

Hermione's heart stopped, occlumency… stupid, stupid. Why had she not thought to use such as obliviate. One drop of veritaserum, a flick of the wand, it would be all over.

"Grab her; we'll apparate to Malfoy manor"

Wait Malfoy manor, as in Malfoy?

Two large, sweating men grabbed her wrists and twisted them painfully behind her. The world spun, we made a smooth landing. A pair of dark iron gates in front of me. An elegant 'M' carved in the middle.

Hermione POV

Greyback muttered an inaudible incantation under his breath. With a loud crack Bellatrix Lestrange was behind the gate. Her hair tangled and manky, teeth yellowed, her eyes had a sort of manic, annoyed look in it.

"This better be important Greyback, otherwise you'll be running on 3 legs… If I'm feeling generous" She snarled, her voice filled with venom, I hadn't a hint of doubt she would fulfil her promise.

"Mrs Lestange, we found this…" He hesitated, raising a knarled hand towards me. "In the middle of the woods, alone. Claims her name is Penelope Clearwater, half blood, her hair has gone a few shades darker, since we found her and she looks about Hogwarts age, a little familiar..."

Blood pounded in my ears, my breathing halted. What if they found out we knew about the horcruxes, or worse, they find Harry and Ron?

"Hmmm… very well, my nephew will know her, most likely." She said her voice in a monotone, though her face vaguely resembled on what could be called a gleeful expression. She muttered a spell and the gates opened the noise like nails on a chalkboard. She left the gates open and strode superiorly to the mansion, giving off a dark aura.

Keep this up you'll end up like Luna

My feeble attempt didn't reassure me, I thought of poor Neville's parents. The slytherin green front door, with a silver snake door knocker swung open. As I was dragged in, I was greeted by a cool, metallic pair of eyes.

A/N Not really a cliff hanger, sorry for the grammar mistakes, yes I know it's short, next chapter will be longer. Please review, my first attempt at Harry Potter fanfic. Oh and by the way, I won't update every second, I'll probably update once a week?

bye

~Jx